The older I get, the better perspective I get on arrogance. I speak in both a general sense and how I’ve fallen victim to my own arrogance over the years. It shows up in weird ways everywhere I look around me, this arrogance thing. Artifacts of it are...

“You need to take this tour just like I did. Just show up. Tell them you’re in another class at the college. They don’t ask for school ID.” My mom was pretty adamant. She had drawn the longer straw in which college she had chosen to...

In the spirit of reclaiming things from my past that I have associated only with misery and emotional wreckage, I listened to Blow Away by George Harrison for the first time in about 35 years last night. I won’t go into too many details, but I can tell you that...

We sat at a small table at the candlelit restaurant, savoring the last of a decent bottle of cabernet. Smiling, she gazed down at her fingertips. I gazed at her. At times she’d reach across and caress the backs of my hands. “I’m not high-maintenance....

“Don’t get a cat” said the lady, simply. I could tell by how she narrowed her eyes and shook her head what she really meant. “Get a fish instead. A betta fish. They live forever. You can leave them for the weekend. Or all week, even.” I...

Author of the new novel "Eye of the Diamond-T" available on Amazon in print/Kindle and wherever fine ebooks are sold. Recovering microserf. Motorcyclist, musician, promoter and mini-sensation. More info at www.diamondtbook.com